Into the woods
And down the dell,
The path is straight,
I know it well.
Into the woods,
And who can tell
What's waiting on the journey?
Into the woods
Into the woods
The way is clear,
The light is good,
I have no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are just trees,
The trees are just wood.
Into the woods
To bring some bread
To Granny who
Is sick in bed.
Never can tell
What lies ahead.
For all that I know,
She's already dead.
But into the woods,
~
Into The Woods
Into The Woods
2 comments:
Your entry is delightful and the last stanza of the poem nearly knocked me off my chair! You scamp!
Fabulous card Deann, and the words!
And are those glowing eyes at the end of the trail? I bet they’re not Grandma’s. :)
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